somehow, someway, suharto's passing away this morning made quite a bit of impact on me. maybe because it was news close to home, or perhaps more likely, it was his weeks long hopeful struggle for survive as broadcasted daily over the weeks, having only ended in his departure that reminded me of blenhiem 4 years ago, right there in that very same position. its rare times like these we witness the fighting spirit of a human that clearly results from the way one has lived his/her life, being so instilled that even when the brain dies, the body continues to fight.

its a tragedy that we often only realise how much some one/thing means to us when we're about to lose it or when its already gone. i'm guilty of that, no doubt.

you are not forgotten blen, rest in peace.